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My boy is a bright boy, this is what I have been thinking since he was little. This was confirmed by the Chinese doctor who gave his IQ evaluation when he was in 1st grade, and reassured by school phycologist who executed IQ evaluation again when he was in 7th grade. But after years of academic failures, I was more realistic. I have to admit the impact his disorder put on him is much bigger than what I have thought. My poor boy is the victim of the disorder. The sense of acceptance brought me calmness. All roads lead to Roma. I have been comforting myself.
His dramatic academic improvement brought me immense happiness and higher expectation. I expressed my tremendous joy to him, telling him how proud I am of him, his dream will not be a day dream if he keeps doing this well, or he may do even better in the rest three years. He smiled.
Before he was 8, he only talked with children, but not adults. Because of this, my families have been worrying about him. They thought he might be an autistic kid. But I have never thought so since he liked talking and socializing with kids. When he talked with kids, his excitment would be expressed by his grins and laughers. Sometimes, his laughers were so loud and lasted so long, I was even afraid he might lost his breath. But whenever adults occurred, he would stop talking, any facial expression would be replaced by a slice of smile. His different reaction to kids and adults has been lingering with me as a mystery till he was 8, by then he started talking with adults.
He laughed and smiled a lot before he was 10. That’s his personality, inside he was a happy kid, his heart was lighten up by sunshine. The spiritual trauma he got from the school’s mistreatment during the first month he studied in the new American school took his smiles away, he was in depression for about two months. When the successful school transaction started bringing happiness back to him, his eye trauma put him into another depression. The surgery, the constant post-treatment assesements lasted for almost a year. The inside fears put his 10-11 period the darkest period in our life, in which period, he barely smiled.
The used be happy boy came back when he was in middle school. He gave people an impression of shyness, but he always have smiles weared in his face, from which people could tell his calmness and kindness.
I was familiar to his laughers and smiles. But for the first time in his life, I saw he smiled for his good academic performance.
About his school, he has been keeping his mouth shut when he was in middle school. “how is your school? tell me about it “ “Everything was fine, there was nothing to talk about”.
When he got into high school, things started changing. With his better school performance and more maturity, he was more open about his school performance and willing to share with me. He started understanding behind my curiosity is my love and care about him. His sharing, my close attention to his school performance through Power School, and his teachers’ compliment letters brought me peace of mind.
小时候怎么也坐不住，什么乐器都是学过几节课就不了了之了。大了，坐得住了，也有了梦想追求，主动要求学吉它。已经上了近一年的课，至今仍然兴趣不减。看来对孩子真不能着急，在观注他们成长的情况下，给他们时间成长。
他学习，我坐在后面小凳上学英文。课后老师问我在干什么？告诉他。他说你的英文不是说得很流利了吗？还学什么呢？“ Learning to write in a different language is such a fun thing to do!"
告他大家都喜欢他的消防员服照片，都夸帅。“为什么呢？””因为照片中的你看着既阳光，健朗，又有像个小小男子汉，很可爱。知道什么是小鲜肉吗? 国内前一段时间在打小鲜肉，伪娘。为止，国内也改变了教育方式。以前不重视体育教育，现在也增加了体育课的份额。小子听着直笑。
